Loading...Verity swung her board hard left to avoid the jagged rocks. She was so used to surfing this stretch of beach, that she now did it almost without conscious thought. Even so, she wiped out as the wave, the board, and her balance all disagreed at once on how much was too much. When her head broke the surface of the water, she kicked out powerfully with her long legs and caught her board in a few strokes. She was already in the shallows, and so had no trouble walking out of the cool surf.
The sun was already starting to break through the morning fog and shining down on the nearly deserted beach. It normally was, at this early hour; Porto was too far north and the water stayed cold for far too long to get many sun-worshipers. Oh, they got more than their fair share of tourists, between the many port wine lodges and the various other historic and cultural attractions, but most of the beach nuts stayed south on the Algarve, enjoying the Portuguese sun all day long.
Verity liked it that way. She recognized all regulars whom she was used to seeing there this early, but lying out on a red beach blanket was one girl she had never seen before. Her attention was momentarily averted from the sunbather when her friend Paulo called out a hello; out working on his perpetual tan, apparently. The tall surfer gave him a quick hug and they exchanged a few words, but she kept glancing at the unfamiliar sunbather, and her mind was only ever marginally on the conversation.
Verity waved to another acquaintance as she wrung the salty water from her dark hair and unzipped the wetsuit. She felt the sun on her damp skin and, trying to focus on that warm sensation, started for her car. For some reason, though, she returned her eyes to the redheaded stranger.
She intentionally changed course, admiring the girl’s body on the way. Even lying down, the dark-haired surfer could tell she was shorter than herself, but had lush curves in all the right places. The black one-piece she wore made a stark contrast to her pale skin, and it immediately occurred to Verity that she could be a foreigner. Her auburn hair was worn long, and Verity was a bit disappointed that the girl was wearing a pair of dark sunglasses. She always liked looking at people’s eyes. On the other hand, her long legs slightly parted to reveal the provocative way the suit pulled across her mound, and her breasts looked exquisite in the tight suit. The tall girl decided she might not have seen her eyes even if the girl hadn’t been wearing glasses. For a girl with such a petite frame, she was very busty, and, as she walked past, Verity couldn’t take her eyes off the dusting of freckles on her pale skin, just above the neckline of the modest suit.
She had never seen this woman before, she was certain, but something about her made Verity turn back and look again. A pretty woman, but nothing spectacular, and yet that nagging feeling that she knew her persisted. It persisted as she reached her car and secured her board to the roof rack, and as she stripped out of the black wetsuit and threw it in the back. Shoving the woman from her mind, she leisurely toweled her skin dry, catching the attention of both men and women passing by, and then grabbed her clothes from the car. The bikini she wore really showed off her toned body, and the color, a deep royal blue, was eye-catching. Verity pulled on a pair of cutoffs that she had to wiggle to get into, and a loose, almost see-through blue blouse that she didn’t bother buttoning up.
As she sat and pulled on her white tennis shoes, though, that feeling returned. She sat in the driver’s seat and pulled a brush out of her small black backpack. As she ran it through her hair, she searched her mind for the girl’s identity, over and over. She finished with her dark hair and applied some light makeup. She was extremely attractive and needed very little to begin with, but today she almost overdid it, simply because her mind was elsewhere. If she could only pinpoint who that woman reminded her of… Fighting the persistent voice in her head, she turned the ignition and started to back out of her parking spot.
She was fully out and into the street when she gave in to the intense feeling, pulled back into her spot, and killed the ignition. Chewing unconsciously on her bottom lip, she wracked her brain, but the information she sought remained elusive. She reached again for the keys, but it seemed like some powerful force was contesting her will.
“What the fuck?” she exploded.
Verity found herself standing outside her car, not remembering getting out. She shook her head and rubbed her eyes, and took a deep breath. Driven by that all-consuming feeling, she walked back towards the woman. When she was standing over her, she put her hands on her hips.
“Hello,” she said. The woman turned her head and Verity smiled tentatively, staring at her full lips and wishing she didn’t have those damned glasses on. Taking a deep breath, she went on.
“This is going to sound like a weird pick up line,” she began, and then paused. She was still staring, still not exactly sure what she was doing.
“I know you don’t know me and I don’t know you, but you seem really familiar…”
The redhead said nothing, but sat up and then slowly looked her up and down. Behind her dark lenses, the woman’s eyes seemed to travel from her shoes, up her impossibly long, sleek, tanned legs and lingered on the juncture of her thighs for just a moment, before moving up over her flat tummy, past her pert breasts, and coming to rest on her face.
“I’m afraid I don’t understand a word you said, but your pictures don’t do you justice,” the redhead said in a soft southern drawl.
Verity’s mind whirled. The accent was American; of that she was sure. And she rarely sent out pictures to people she met online. She glanced at the woman again and saw her now wearing an impish grin. With it came recognition and surprise.
“I thought you never traveled,” the tall girl said, automatically switching to English. She was comfortable with the language, although she often thought her slightly British accent and enunciations were too quaint.
“I don’t.”
“Then, how did you end up here?” Verity asked, shaking her surprise and quickly regaining control of the situation.
“Call it an experiment,” she said and rose in a single fluid motion, shaking out her red blanket, which was in fact a thin square of material she then tied around her hips to make a long skirt. She shouldered the small beach bag she was carrying and smiled softly.
Verity could see she was trying hard, but the uncertainty and nervousness were there as plain as day. The tall girl wanted to laugh. Julia being here was against everything she had ever said about herself, and that made warning flags go up, but her demeanor showed she was truly terrified, and that fit perfectly with what Verity knew of her.
The tall girl reached up and pulled the glasses off, revealing large and frightened green eyes. She stepped closer, her arms sliding around the shorter woman’s waist, knocking her bag to the sand. Her hands slid down and forced their way inside the loosely wrapped skirt. She could feel the slightly damp cloth of Julia’s suit and the resilient flesh of her ass cheeks under it. Verity spread her fingers wide.
“Verity, I…” Julia began, but the tall girl pressed her lips tightly over hers and stifled any protest.
The tall girl was amused by the redhead’s shyness. She knew she was going to enjoy teasing and coaxing her out of her shell, and she was just as sure that it was what Julia wanted, even if she didn’t know it herself. The leggy beauty was thrilled that their first kiss would be there, on her favorite beach. She was also thrilled to know she was initiating it, impulsive, demanding, and that she was setting the tone. She was in charge, and that was unquestionable.
Verity played her tongue across Julia’s lips, soft and inviting, still slightly parted from trying to speak. Julia moaned softly and melted into the taller girl’s arms, her tongue darting out to scrape over Verity’s. Verity slipped both thumbs into the back of Julia’s suit and then forced her hands together, hard. Julia squeaked in surprise, as her suit was forced in, pulled up, and bunched between her lovely ass cheeks. Verity was delighted at the slight shiver she felt run through the smaller woman’s body and at the blush she saw rise to her cheeks. She spread her hands, reveling in the feel of warm satiny skin, and gently kneaded the woman’s ass. Almost as strong was her delight in testing just how far she would be able to go.
The tall brunette pushed her tongue into the redhead’s mouth, warm and wet and tasting faintly of strawberries. Verity could feel Julia’s heavy breasts pressing against her body, just below her own. The American’s arms were thrown over her shoulders and she was standing on tiptoe as Verity kneaded her beautiful ass.
Verity knew she was taller than Julia, but this didn’t seem quite right. In a disconnected way, she realized that the slope of the beach was the reason she seemed so much taller, but when Julia gently began to suck on her tongue, such distractions were forced from her mind.
Bingo! Verity exulted. There was no question now that the smaller woman was just as aroused as she was, or that she wanted it just as badly.
Verity pressed her hand down, forcing a finger into the crevice between the soft half-moons, and began to stroke the girl’s nether lips. Another soft moan into her mouth set the tall girl’s senses on fire. Julia was soft, pliant and yielding, just as Verity had always imagined she would be.
As Verity’s tongue continued to explore Julia’s sweet mouth, and her fingers caressed her heated flesh, she opened her eyes. Julia had hers closed and was blushing deeply. Americans were such a strange lot, Verity thought as her hands left Julia’s charms and moved to her hip. Without breaking the kiss, she fumbled with the knot holding the skirt up. Julia shook her hips, attempting to thwart the tall girl, but she didn’t release her hold on Verity’s shoulders. Verity was having none of that, and her hand slid into the waist of the garment, catching hold of it, and pulling the girl’s hips tightly against her own. Her free hand easily defeated the simple knot and, with a tug, it fell off Julia’s hips to pool at their feet. The small woman broke the kiss and bit her lower lip, revealing small, even white teeth as she looked fearfully left and right.
Such a strange people; so caught up with sex, and yet so prudish. This one, at least, she could understand; she had a marvelously erotic mind, but was painfully shy. Even as Verity was thinking this, Julia’s hands strayed to the back of her suit and pulled it down, covering her glorious ass. Verity smiled and let her have her moment of demure dignity, before sliding her arms around the girl, one at her waist and one over her shoulder. The tall girl then stepped forward, pushing her left leg past and slightly hooking it behind Julia’s leg. Before the little American could grasp what was happening, Verity twisted her lithe body and pulled hard. Julia would have been no match for Verity in size or strength, but caught off-guard and off-balance, she was carried to the sand on her back without any kind of struggle. A surprised squeak was the only noise she made as Verity settled atop her supine body and sought out her full lips.
Again, the tall girl’s lips stifled a protest and, again, Julia parted her lips and noticeably relaxed. Only her large eyes darted left and right, trying to see if anyone was watching. Public displays of affection were nothing new to this quiet beach – Verity had in fact seen more than one couple making out at that very moment, oblivious to all around them – but two gorgeous women in a torrid embrace were drawing a few interested glances. Julia was obviously aware of this and was just as obviously uncomfortable with it, but Verity didn’t let it deter her. One step at a time, she was going to draw the redheaded woman out and she had no intention of letting her backslide.
Verity jammed her tongue into Julia’ mouth and forced her thigh between the girl’s legs, making sure she had her undivided attention. Verity applied some pressure with her leg and, despite her obvious discomfiture, Julia spread her legs for Verity to settle between them.
The tall girl’s kiss became more demanding, and Julia stiffened when Verity’s hand settled on her breast. When a gentle squeeze elicited another soft moan, Verity wanted to laugh in triumph. This dainty was exactly as she had always imagined her: a china doll, so prim and proper on the outside, but with the soul of a harlot. All it would take was the right woman to transform her from a shy tourist into a willing, wanton pussycat. Verity knew she was the right woman.
The tall brunette flexed her long legs, bringing her mount of Venus tightly against Julia’s. The girl’s long legs wrapped around her, seemingly to Julia’s embarrassment, as she flushed from the top of her head all the way to where her suit hid her creamy skin. Verity turned her head and pressed her face harder to her captive’s. Another gentle squeeze and she felt the girl’s nipple hardening to a point beneath her palm. She relaxed slightly, and then pressed back with her hips. Julia’s eyes shot open, pleading and hungry at once.
Verity broke the kiss and rose in a fluid motion. She could take the girl right there on the beach, if she chose; she knew that with certainty. But not now, not while there were so many to watch. Not because she cared in the least, but because she knew Julia wouldn’t get the full measure of enjoyment from the act. Soon, this little one would gladly eat her pussy in the middle of the old square, if the opportunity presented itself, but not yet. She hadn’t progressed that far.
Verity extended her arm and helped Julia back to her feet. She watched with amusement as the girl retied her skit and collected her bag, her face downcast the whole time, as if she were afraid to raise it and look at the faces of those who might have seen them.
Verity led her by the hand to the passenger side of her car but, as she was moving to open the door, she turned suddenly and pinned the smaller woman to the car with her body. Her lips sought Julia’s, and a long French kiss followed, making the girl seemingly oblivious to all that was going on around them.
“Mmmm, I don’t think I’ll be making my classes today,” Verity said when the kiss broke.
“I don’t want you to get in trouble,” the redhead said, trying to regain her composure.
“I don’t think you know what you want,” Verity said before opening the door and holding it open for her. “But I do.”
Julia smiled demurely and sat primly in the seat. Verity got in and backed out of the parking space, smiling at the way Julia looked around excitedly.
Despite her impatience to take this lovely creature somewhere and fuck her to exhaustion, Verity realized there was still a lot of feeling out to be done.
She drove as she normally did, flitting in and out of the steady stream of traffic and constantly pushing to go faster. A quick glance showed Julia holding onto the passenger door with white knuckles.
“When did you arrive?” she asked, hoping to take Julia’s mind off her driving. She could be very patient if she had to, but otherwise she drove like a demon. She could tell it made the small woman nervous, though, and filed it away for possible future use.
“Yesterday evening. I’m staying at the Pestana-Carlton, like you suggested once.”
“Oh? Right in the heart of the old town. How do you like it?”
“I love it,” she replied. “It is as quaint and beautiful as you said, but I really haven’t had time to look around, yet. I was too tired yesterday when I got in, and I took a cab early this morning to try and catch you at the beach.”
Verity nodded slightly and changed lanes as she changed her mind about where they would be going. She would take Julia sightseeing. She took the seaside road to where it swerved to follow the river, and soon Julia was gawking like a tourist. Her eyes seemed to be trying to focus everywhere at once, to see everything and everyone. Having lived there all her life, Verity sometimes forgot all of the historic and scenic locations her city had to offer a visitor.
“How was your flight?” she asked as casually as she could. Julia professed to be terrified of flying and it was still bothering Verity. As much as she liked this woman, you just couldn’t be too careful when it came to online acquaintances.
“I didn’t fly,” she answered distractedly. “You know I can’t stand planes. I took a cruise over to England and came by train from there.” The small woman stared with rapt fascination at a large building, too caught up in sightseeing to be evasive. Verity smiled, a little more confident that this really was the woman she had come to know.
“The new Custom-House,” Verity said, answering Julia’s unspoken question. “New as in just from the 19th century.” They passed the Stock-Exchange Palace and saw the Cathedral at a distance, before entering the old tunnel that would take them under the hill and back to the riverside. Verity glanced over to see Julia staring at her and smiled. The appraisal in the look was endearing, but the shy way it was being taken sent her blood racing.
They emerged from the tunnel, crossed the lower platform of the bridge, rushed up narrow cobblestone roads hidden behind the wine lodges and onto a wide tree-lined avenue. Verity parked the car at the foot of the Serra do Pilar promontory, and they started the pleasant walk up the trail. As they got closer to the top, Julia was enchanted with the slowly emerging view of Porto, bouncing in excitement to see more as she walked, which Verity thought to be significantly more interesting a view.
“How long are you here for?”
“I have no schedule. My return ticket is open ended; all I have to do is call them three days in advance of the next ship leaving.”
“So, you can stay all summer if you want?” Verity asked casually, trying hard to keep the excitement from her voice.
“I suppose,” Julia replied, distracted. The old cathedral had just become visible in the distance, and her mind seemed totally caught up in the widening view.
Verity was a little distracted too, but her mind was on what fun this summer could hold if, things worked out between them like she hoped they would.
* * *
They had met online over two years before and had hit it off from the start. Verity had found and become interested in Julia after reading some of her postings on a message board they both frequented. Soft, demure, and diffident, her posts came across as thoughtful and intelligent. Verity arranged for an introduction by a mutual friend, and they corresponded sporadically for a few months. Over that time, she solidified her early impressions of a breathtakingly sensual woman, wrapped in a very shy and demure package.
Intrigued by the enigma, Verity began to flirt with her, always discreetly and more through innuendo than anything else. She likened it to seducing a reluctant lover and turned up the heat on their exchanges with the greatest of care, always in small increments and always done in such a way that she could retreat if Julia showed any signs of being uncomfortable. She never did, though, and over a period of time, through tiny admissions on her part and pretty strong hunches on Verity’s, the tall girl realized Julia was a natural bottom.
Verity was fascinated by her shy, demure nature, and was unafraid to admit what she liked and just as unabashedly ready to go after it. She realized that the small woman brought out the more aggressive part of her own nature, but that only made sense.
If I waited for her to make the first move, I’d be ready for retirement, Verity thought wryly.
After some coaxing, Verity convinced her to try an online messaging system, and once their conversations became real time, they really heated up. Verity remembered the first picture she sent and the awed response she got. She could almost see Julia’s blush, feel her hunger.
Things got really steamy after that, and their discussions turned more and more often to sex. Julia, while by no means a prude, was shy, unattached, and in a state of frustrated need that, Verity suspected, would make her an absolute dream to take to bed. Still, there were thousands of miles between them, and Julia’s professed fear of flying seemed to make any chance of that ever happening remote.
Now she was there, and Verity was already contemplating the fun she was going to have.
There was more to it than just lust, she mused as they walked up the hill. She was just as intrigued by Julia’s mind, exceptionally intelligent, deeply thoughtful, and often introspective to the point of seeming distracted. Verity glanced over to see that her guest was in one of those thoughtful trances that until that day Verity had only known as long silences when they were chatting. Her eyes had a faraway quality, and her entire demeanor was wistful. She looked small and vulnerable, as she unconsciously chewed on her lower lip.
Verity wondered what flight of fancy her mind was off on.
* * *
At the top of the path, they found a large tree-laden square, two sides of which overlooked the city and the river in wide panoramic views, while the other two were formed by the imposing cylindrical shape of a church and the granitic walls of the monastery buildings behind it. Verity led Julia over to the railing and pointed out her home, the Cathedral and, on a whim, the small square where they were going to have lunch. She then excused herself for a few moments and pulled out her cell phone. A quick call to the restaurant and she had reservations for them, just in case. The owner was her friend and she knew it wouldn’t be a problem, but today she was leaving nothing to chance.
Verity noted that Julia was snapping pictures with one of those cheap, disposable cameras. She leaned far out to get a shot of the river, and Verity found her eyes drawn to Julia’s soft, firm ass. Her own mind took flight, then, realizing it would take only a gentle push to have that derrière up-thrust and begging to be taken. The promontory was filled with Japanese and Spanish tourist, so Verity used all her stealth to slip behind the small woman and fully push her pelvis against Julia’s ass. Her hands slipped to the woman’s hips and held her tight.
“I wish I had known you were coming, Julia. My harness would be in the car, instead of my room at home.” Verity whispered in her ear.
Julia looked back over her shoulder and smiled. She was blushing, but made no move to escape and actually wiggled back against Verity. The tall girl sensuously ground her pelvis against Julia’s ass, watching the woman’s face. She was blushing, but her eyes were closed and she had a dreamy expression that spoke of absolute contentment. That look was so sexy it nearly drove Verity mad with desire. Unheeding of the people watching, she grabbed Julia’s hand and dragged the poor woman with her.
“Come on, let’s do some sightseeing.”
The tall brunette led Julia across the square and quietly into the old church, where a late morning mass had already started. Verity was keeping her cool, but Julia couldn’t help but stare in wonder at the beautiful dome. Light poured in through large windows set high in the walls, and around the circular edifice were small richly decorated chapels, each dedicated to a different saint. Large black velvet curtains hung beneath each window. Gregorian chants echoed powerfully through the chamber. Verity edged to her right until she was standing next to one of the curtains that shielded a small door and, making sure no one was looking, she darted in, dragging Julia by the arm.
“Are we supposed to be in here?” Julia asked in a whisper.
“No.”
They walked out of the short dark corridor and into the open-air cloister, which was formed by a circular granite colonnade with the exact same diameter as the church they had just left. Verity allowed Julia to take in the large one-of-a-kind space, the gorgeous 16th century stonework of the central fountain, the delightful game of light and shadow contrasts, as she slowly guided her across the patio.
“Are we going to get in trouble?” Julia asked, still looking around.
Verity barely let her smaller guest finish the question. Instead, she pulled her back and pressed her small body up against one of the cold granite columns and, without preamble, hooked her fingers under the straps of Julia’s suit, lifting them off her shoulders.
“That depends on how loud you moan,” Verity whispered.
“Verity!” she whispered urgently, grabbing both of the tall girl’s hands. “We can’t! This is a church!”
“No, this is the cloister,” Verity said, and pressed her lips to the redhead’s.
Despite her obvious discomfort, Julia’s lips parted almost like magic, and Verity ended further conversation by sliding her tongue into the warm cavern. She was starting to feel frustrated in her attempts to get the smaller woman’s top off her shoulders, so she pushed a bronzed thigh between Julia’s pale ones and pressed it against her mound. A surprised gasp escaped into Verity’s mouth, and Julia’s hands shot down to her thigh to try and push it away.
Quick as a cat, Verity jerked Julia’s suit top down, not only baring her succulent breasts, but also trapping her arms at her sides. She caught one of the heavy orbs and pushed it upwards, then released Julia’s mouth and enveloped the stiffening pink nipple with her lips. A soft moan reverberated around the cloister, and Verity quickly attacked the nipple with her tongue. The muffled sounds of mass filtered through the ancient stone walls, but Verity was oblivious to them. The only sounds she now cared for were Julia’s labored breathing and the soft, sexy moans that occasionally escaped her lips.
Verity stopped pressing with her thigh, but soon she became aware of Julia’s hips gentle undulation, bumping her mound against it. The nipple in her mouth was now a hard pebble, coated with her saliva, gliding under her tongue with each swipe. Her free hand was kneading Julia’s other tit, and that nipple too was stiff and straining.
Julia pushed her knee up higher, until she felt the cold hardness of the granite. She felt Julia’s body shift downward slightly, and thrilled to the firmer contact of the redhead’s pussy against her thigh. She switched nipples, causing Julia to groan softly. This nipple quickly became wet and, under the expert stimulation from her tongue, another soft moan was torn from the redhead’s throat. Her hands were still held by her suit, but she managed to reach out and grasp the tall girl’s waist. Slowly at first, but with gathering force, her hips began to jog, until she was steadily humping Verity’s thigh.
Verity let it go on for a while, allowing the small woman to stoke her own arousal, but she pulled her leg back when the jerking motions became frenetic and uneven. Julia groaned in frustration and tried to pull her back, but Verity held herself away from the now obviously aroused woman. Releasing her breast, Verity reached down, thrust the skirt out of the way, and pulled the already wet crotch of her suit aside. Verity stroked her wet lips for just a moment, and then jammed two fingers into her tight wet channel.
“Oh my god!” she exclaimed. The words echoed loud through the cloisters. Far too loud to let her keep doing that, Verity decided.
The tall girl leaned in, and gently began to French-kiss her lovely companion, while simultaneously and forcefully finger-fucking her. Her channel was hot and tight, but she was so wet that Verity’s fingers sawed in and out easily. Now, all of her coos and sighs were muffled by the tall brunette’s mouth, and once she was sure no loud sounds would escape, Verity really began to pound her fingers in, giving them a twist on each thrust that ground the heel of her palm against Julia’s clitoral hood. She cupped a bouncing breast and roughly kneaded it, pinching the nipple as she did so.
Julia was humping her hand, clinging tightly to her waist, and Verity again wished she had her harness with her. She had barely had time to make the wish when Julia came, groaning into Verity’s mouth, her hips gone wild. Verity felt Julia’s interior muscles clamp down on her fingers, and the delicious spasms that rocked her small lover.
Mass was almost over when Verity pulled her slick fingers from Julia’s steamy pussy and licked them clean. She helped the stunned woman get her suit back on her shoulders and retie her skirt, before leading her back down the small hallway and quietly out of the church.
Once down the hill and back in the car, Verity breathed deeply. The interior of the small car already smelled faintly of pussy. Verity smiled, knowing that another of the things Julia had told her was true.
* * *
Instead of heading directly to Arco de Sant’Ana, the small restaurant in the heart of medieval Porto, Verity decided to head home. To drop off the surfboard, she explained.
She kept the car windows up and, by the time she reached her destination, the heady musk had filled the small cabin. Julia seemed embarrassed by it and had moved to roll the window down, but Verity had foreseen that and locked the controls from her side. The aroma was strong, but it excited Verity to no end.
“Wait here; I’ll be right back,” she said when they arrived. She shouldered her small black backpack, grabbed the board from the roof rack, and disappeared into the garage.
She hurriedly sneaked into the house and into her room, dumped the contents of her bag on the bed, and then stuffed her phone and a small water bottle back in, before kneeling and opening the bottom drawer of her nightstand. From it, she took a bulky bundle, wrapped in white cloth, and deposited it in the bag. She briefly considered a change of outfit, but realized that if she did, Julia would probably want to change too. Verity didn’t want to lose time taking her back to her hotel, even though they would be parking close by. She just couldn’t let Julia go up to her room, because she felt pretty sure that if they went back there, they wouldn’t come out again.
While that option certainly held its appeal, Verity was already plotting other plans, and so she shouldered her bag and decided to forgo a change of clothes.
During the pleasant drive to the restaurant, Julia, overcoming her embarrassment, was soon like a child, joyfully asking an endless stream of questions. Some Verity could answer, many she couldn’t.
* * *
There were only two ways to reach Arco de Sant’Ana. The easiest, and the one Verity usually preferred, meant parking by the Cathedral and descending a steep and worn-out granite stairway into the adjoining square. The second way was a very long and narrow alleyway that meandered up through the old borough.
Verity parked near the riverside and lead Julia to the opening of the alley, but made a point of letting the smaller woman go first. The alley was narrow and twisting, at some points no more than two meters wide, with houses fronting the alley in most places. The sound of children laughing, radios playing, and people talking wafted down on the warm breeze that stirred occasionally.
Verity had let Julia go first for a reason. The alley was steep, and it gave her a chance to enjoy the view of the woman’s lovely ass. At times, it was almost right in her face, and before they had even reached the halfway point, the tall girl had already determined that she was going to have some more fun. She wasn’t a total exhibitionist, but she did enjoy some risqué petting, and the way Julia blushed made the prospect that much more enticing.
Not far from where they were, the alley twisted, and there was a niche between the walls of two houses. Verity waited until Julia was almost past it before reaching around her waist and pulling her into the niche. Her surprised gasp turned to a giggle, as Verity lowered her head and gently kissed the soft skin of Julia’s shoulder.
“Verity! Don’t you ever get enough?” she asked.
“No,” the tall girl whispered in her ear. “Do you?”
She expected a snappy comeback, but a long silence followed instead. Julia melted back into her embrace and placed her arms over Verity’s.
“I don’t think I will ever get enough of you. I’ve been dreaming of you for over a year now; every night you have been in my head when I went to sleep. I didn’t know what to expect when I decided to come here, so I planned my vacation to see the rest of the continent, if you didn’t like me. Now I don’t want to leave your arms, much less this town, but I am so… embarrassed by making out in public.”
“We’ll have to break you out of that,” Verity said softly, as her hands slipped up to cup her lover’s heavy breasts. Standing behind her, Verity was able to enjoy their weight, the gentle curve, the astounding softness. They seemed to have been intended for a larger woman, or at least one with wider shoulders. They dominated Julia’s small frame and, as Verity had learned from their conversations, they were incredibly sensitive. Under the suit, she could feel Julia’s nipples stiffening, and she relished the woman’s warmth, the blush on her cheek.
Two children ran by, the little girl shrieking and the boy in close pursuit, holding a salamander in his hands.
Julia stiffened in her arms, looking one way and the other, but relaxed once the youngsters disappeared around the bend. Verity was still just enjoying Julia’s breasts: sinking her fingers into the softness and marveling at the resilience when she released the pressure, cupping them, enjoying their weight, circling them and feeling Julia shudder. Verity slid her hands up the slope they formed, and slowly hooked her fingers into the shoulder straps. She lifted them off Julia’s shoulders and down her arms. Now, the feel of soft, silky skin was added to the other tactile stimulation.
In an unhurried manner, Verity cupped them again, kneaded them, and traced along the outer perimeter with her fingertips. The aureoles were puckered and the nipples standing out, when Verity seized them between her thumbs and forefingers.
Julia was panting, her hips seductively bucking in slow rhythm with Verity’s squeezing of her nipples. Verity kissed her neck, tasting the saltiness of the light sweat that now covered the small woman’s body. She could smell the scent of her arousal, and suddenly remembered a snippet of conversation they had once had. Julia had admitted that she could orgasm from just having her breasts played with.
Verity gently continued to manipulate her breasts, while delicately tonguing the poor woman’s ear. A ragged moan erupted through Julia’s clenched teeth, and Verity knew her little lover was close.
“Let go, baby,” she whispered.
Julia nodded imperceptibly and moaned softly. All Verity had to do was give her stiff nipples a slightly harder squeeze, and Julia came. Her moans were stifled, but a tremor ran through her body, followed by a shudder that shook her from her toes to her head. She tensed up for just an instant, and then Verity found herself supporting all of Julia’s weight. Her head fell onto her chest and she breathed deeply, taking in air in deep gasps as her body twitched in Verity’s arms.
When Julia regained her composure and got her suit top back on, they continued up the alley to the restaurant. Each time they reached a place where they were out of sight, Verity would pull her into the shadows and soundly kiss her, or quickly cup her pussy or breasts.
By the time they reached the end of the alley, Julia had gotten into it, surprising Verity by turning on her in a blind curve and standing on tiptoe to French-kiss the tall girl.
* * *
The small restaurant was very modern, making a glaring contrast to its medieval granite surroundings.
Verity led Julia into the mezzanine and took a seat at one of the cherry-topped tables. The floor was black slate and the front of the restaurant was all glass, giving a beautiful view of the square and the Jesuit church across it. Julia seemed caught between staring at the wondrous details of the church’s façade and admiring the natural rock crag that made up one of the interior walls of the restaurant. Moss and ferns grew from between the cracks in the huge old stone blocks.
When the owner came over, a tall, friendly man in his early thirties, Verity gave him a big hug and introduced Julia in Portuguese, before turning to her with a smile and saying, “Julia, this is my friend Jorge, and I introduced you as my girl, so smile and say hi.”
“Hello,” Julia said smiling even as she blushed.
Verity ordered for them both: scalloped black swordfish with cheese, new potatoes smothered in butter, and a tall glass of white wine.
While they waited for their meal, Verity watched Julia. Her face was still slightly flushed, and her intelligent green eyes darted from place to place, lingering on the church or the barely visible stretch of river behind it, but more and more often Verity caught her staring at her. She was cute, immediately averting her eyes, but it made Verity feel good to know she was more interesting than the architecture, the history, and all the other new things around them.
They ate in silence, just enjoying the food, the atmosphere, and each other’s company. When they had finished, Verity paid the bill, and they strolled back down to the waterfront. They passed a multitude of bars and a lot of touristy shops, and Verity allowed Julia to drag her into each of them, but kept the small woman from wasting her money on any of the things sold there. Most could be found elsewhere in town for much less. She only relented to allow her to get some postcards to send to her family and a small decorative spoon for her best friend, who collected them.
During the rest of the afternoon, Verity guided Julia around the old town. She was impressed with the rooms and interior courts at the Stock-Exchange Palace, and with the huge and luxuriant city park, but she was absolutely enchanted with the old electric streetcar. Verity endured riding it “just one more time” twice, before she pulled Julia along towards the wine lodges.
They took the tour, deep down into the cellars, surrounded by huge oak casks of ageing wine. Verity held Julia back at the end of the tour line and took every opportunity to caress her ass stealthily.
At the end of the tour, they offered small chalices of wine for the patrons to taste. Julia started too demure, but Verity wasn’t about to let that happen. The small woman had told Verity on several occasions that wine, especially the heady reds, made her horny and loosened her inhibitions substantially. Having Julia hot and less modest would be a big plus for the end to this evening that Verity had planned.
Taking a glass of the young tawny for them each, Verity moved immediately to a heavy oak table in the back corner of the room. Another couple had been heading that way, but Verity was quicker and slid into the seat just as the man was about to do so. He looked rather put out, especially when he saw that he had been beaten to the secluded corner by a pair of women, but there was little he could do, other than make his displeasure known with a scowl. As soon as Julia sat, Verity pushed the chalice towards her and raised her glass. Julia did so too, and they touched the rims together before taking a sip.
“What do you think?” Verity asked, watching as Julia licked her lips.
“It’s very strong, but good,” the small woman said quietly. Verity slipped her hand under the table and squeezed Julia’s knee, watching her face intently. She blushed and took another sip of vine. And in no time, both their chalices were empty and Verity’s hand had moved up to the girl’s thigh.
Verity got up with a smile and went back to order a rare forty-year-old tawny and chocolate truffles. About halfway through the second glass, she leaned across the table and gently kissed Julia’s wine soaked lips. Julia moaned so softly that only Verity could hear, and parted her lips, sucking the tall girl’s tongue into her mouth. Soon they were deeply French-kissing, and Verity felt herself getting damp. Whatever else she may have said, the girl could damned sure kiss, the lithe girl thought happily.
Noting the time, Verity helped Julia to her feet and they left the lodges. The sun was getting low, as Verity drove back to the beach, where their day had begun.
* * *
The sun hung coloring the water in a sparkling yellow and orange tinted light, as Verity eased her car into the parking spot. The beach was nearly deserted, just a couple on a beach towel and a man with a fishing rod, perched up on the rocks. Some families were gathering up their things, the children determined to stay in the water until the very end.
“What are we doing here?” Julia asked in confusion.
Verity only smiled and reached into the back seat to retrieve her backpack. She got out of the car, walked around to the passenger side, and opened the door. Julia got out and Verity, her arm around Julia’s hip, guided her out on to the warm sand. They passed a harried-looking mother and father, herding three pouting kids towards the parking lot. Verity stopped at a spot where the surf hitting the rocks was plain to hear, and the wide expanse of the ocean plain to see.
She undid the knot of Julia’s skirt and spread it out over the sand, and then sat down and placed her bag nearby. She spread her legs wide and nodded meaningfully. Julia hesitated only a moment before she sat between Verity’s long legs. The tall girl pulled the smaller one back, until there was no room between their bodies, and then wrapped her arms around Julia’s waist.
“I just love this time of day,” she said in a soft whisper.
“Yes, it’s gorgeous,” Julia replied, snuggling back into Verity’s embrace. Verity’s arms were crossed over Julia’s tummy, but she uncrossed them and placed one on each of the redhead’s thighs. As more people left, the tall girl rested her head on Julia’s shoulder and stared intently out at the sea. For the longest time, neither spoke. The simple beauty of light on water was breathtaking, a painting by God on the canvas of the world. The sound of the surf on the rocks was hypnotic and each woman seemed lost in her own thoughts.
Julia’s soft moan startled Verity. She realized she had been gently stroking the redhead’s satiny inner thighs, but had no idea when she started. It had been, for once, totally unconscious, but in keeping with the natural beauty they had both been lost in. Verity continued the gentle stroking as she watched the fisherman pack his gear. The families were all gone now, and the sun was almost touching the edge of the water.
Verity knew this beach intimately. With the dying of the light would come a chill ocean breeze, and it would not be fun if they were caught by it. She gently pulled her hands inward, using just two fingers to push the damp material of Julia’s swimsuit between her lips. The redhead hissed softly, but made no move to stop her. Verity tenderly kissed her shoulder, sending a shiver through the American’s slight frame.
Verity used the tip of her tongue to trace along Julia’s shoulder toward her neck. The tall girl’s fingers momentarily abandoned the redhead’s pussy to pull her long locks back and over her other shoulder. This left her neck and ear exposed, and the brunette took full advantage. When her lips touched Julia’s neck, the girl moaned softly, the sound so quiet it was easily eclipsed by the next breaker. Verity’s hands slipped around her and cupped her full breasts.
They were soft but heavy, and Verity could feel the strain on the suit to keep them in. She gently kneaded them, as her mouth trailed up the woman’s elegant neck and caught Julia’s earlobe between her teeth. Her tongue played along the soft skin and over the two tiny silver and diamond studs. Another quiet moan was torn from Julia’s lips when Verity’s palms covered her breasts and brushed the stiff nipples.
Her head was still turned towards the sea, but her eyes were tightly shut. Verity released her hold on Julia’s ear and looked towards the sea herself. The sun was just touching the waves. It had become their metronome, dictating the pace of what was to come. And it was time to move to the second act.
Verity scooted back and quickly stood. She glanced left and right to make sure the beach was theirs. Only the other couple was still there, by the rocks, but they hardly would notice. The guy was on his back and the girl’s head was bobbing steadily in his lap.
Verity stepped boldly between Julia and the crashing surf. She kicked out of her shorts and hooked her fingers into the bottom of her royal blue suit, seductively sliding it down her long tanned legs. The redhead’s green eyes, focused earlier on the beauty of the sea, were now drinking in the tall girl’s beauty. Verity stepped forward and sank to her knees, riding the small girl down onto her back.
She could see the shock in Julia’s eyes and held her breath. Now was the moment of truth, but Verity was betting the redhead’s stated addiction to pussy would be stronger than her fear of public exposure. As Verity watched, the pretty redhead closed her eyes and rolled her head back, bringing her chin and lips into contact with Verity’s damp lips. She nearly cried aloud when Julia’s soft pink tongue pushed between her lips and lapped delicately at her inner labia. For a while, she just held herself there, enjoying the gentle attention and the rapt expression on Julia’s face. Her tongue was incredibly soft and long, sending shocks of pleasure with each swipe over the brunette’s sensitive inner folds. Verity enjoyed it for as long as she could, but the sun on her back and their increasingly long shadows told her this interlude had to be shortened.
Verity leaned over so her weight was supported on her hands, and arched her back slightly. This caused her lips to slide along the American’s cheeks and align her clit to where that soft tongue was still lapping. Firm, but gentle; stiff, but soft; rough, but silky smooth, Julia’s tongue sent ragged jolts of pleasure into her body. Verity began to buck her hips slightly, riding the girl’s face and pushing for her orgasm. When Julia moaned into her now slippery pussy, Verity felt her inner muscles contract violently. Verity bit her lip as her hips went wild; a long second, perhaps two, before the familiar rhythmic contractions and euphoria shot through her system. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, and rode the waves, still conscious of the fading sun, even as she saw starbursts of pleasure behind her tightly closed eyes.
She would have liked to come down slowly, with Julia still gently licking her sensitized pussy, but the sun would wait for no one. Still, she lingered, enjoying the thrill of Julia’s soft tongue for a few stolen moments.
Verity climbed off and opened her bag. Julia watched her with a dreamy expression, almost as if she was the one who had just had an orgasm. Verity hadn’t expected that, although it was in keeping with the woman’s oft stated declaration that she took more pleasure from giving head than from orgasming herself. The dreamy look suddenly vanished, though, when Verity hauled her harness out of the black leather bag and smiled wickedly.
“Verity, we can’t,” Julia murmured, blushing crimson.
So strange, Verity thought as she undid the silver buckles. She found it hard to understand how Julia could be embarrassed by seeing her harness after she just finished eating her out. But she didn’t have time to ponder the vagrancies of her little lover’s morality; the sun was now nearly half gone. Verity stepped into the harness, and quickly caught the small plug on the center strap. She rubbed it against her still wet lips and then, forcing her body to relax, sank it into her pussy. She was still after-shocking, and it felt good to be full.
Verity pulled the white straps over her slim hips and pulled the buckles tight. As she finished tightening the harness, she could feel the tick jelly dildo bounce against her mound. It was clear and purplish, seven inches long, with a fluted head and faux balls. She smiled down on Julia as she stroked it lovingly.
She was afraid she would have to argue with Julia about taking her suit off. She didn’t have time for that, though, and was cursing the woman’s modesty. But then, before she could even say anything, Julia sat and lifted the straps off her shoulders. Her face was different, no longer scared, but hungry, and her eyes were glued to the dildo as she quickly wiggled out of her black suit. Without prompting from Verity, she lay back, closing her eyes.
Verity smiled as she lowered herself to her knees and parted Julia’s thighs with a light caress. She was indeed as beautiful as the tall girl had hoped. Her large breasts had rolled back on her chest, reinforcing the idea that they were a little too large for her frame, but still beautiful, soft and pale, with rosy aureoles and small nipples. Verity could see the fine network of veins just under the silky skin in the dying light. Her tummy wasn’t as flat as Verity’s, but still a delight. Her mound was plump and fleshy, the coral colored lips already swollen and gaping. Verity kept her pubes shaved, but she knew Julia didn’t. The thick, luxurious and fiery red hair that covered her mound was actually very pretty, and the tall girl decided she would have to think again about shaving Julia when they got back to her hotel room.
The golden rays of the sun bathed Julia’s skin in a soft glow, and Verity pushed all other thoughts from her mind. Time was almost up, and if the impending night was to be kept from catching them, she had to hurry. The tall girl caught the jelly dong in one hand and brought it to the redhead’s slick lips. She found the entrance easily enough, and then eased her weight down, watching her lover’s face. A sibilant hiss escaped her parted lips as the thick dildo slowly sank into her tight cavern. Verity felt her mound bump Julia’s, and pulled her knees up, digging them into the soft sand to gain purchase before she pulled her hips back.
She felt the resistance as Julia’s inner muscles clamped down and tried to hold her in. When she pushed back, she felt that delightful pressure of the thick cock expanding the redhead’s tunnel. Slow and easy for a few strokes, just to let her get used to it, and to get the dildo coated in her juices, but this was no time for slow and easy. A glance over her shoulder showed that the sun was almost gone, and it instilled an urgency in her. Verity began to drive her hips down and back, fucking Julia with increased speed and all her power. She enjoyed the small coos and sighs, but knew she didn’t have time to waste. Balling both hands into fists, she dug them into the sand on either side of Julia’s body and pounded the dildo into her, using her weight and the strength in her long legs.
“Oh!” Julia barked, and then bit her lower lip. Verity lowered her head to one of Julia’s bouncing breasts, and sucked the nipple in. She lashed it with her tongue, feeling the rubbery texture in her mouth.
Hurry, Verity silently prayed as she drove the cock deeply into her lover. Cum.
She could feel the cool air on her ass, and knew the last rays were fading even as she drove into Julia again and again. Without warning, the redhead convulsed and began to thrash, wailing like a cat in heat as her orgasm overwhelmed her. The last rays of the sun suffused her body in a golden light, making it seem to glow as she thrashed in ecstasy. Verity smiled, victorious, and continued to plunge into her yielding body until her thrashing ceased.
Verity pulled out and stood.
The sun was gone now, leaving only a faint glow on the far horizon. Rather than remove the harness, she simply grasped the dong firmly and pulled it off with a loud popping noise that made Julia stir from her post-orgasmic stupor. Verity stuffed the still slick dildo in her bag, along with her suit bottom, and then she pulled her shorts up over the harness, and turned to find Julia struggling back into her suit, wobbly. Verity’s lips curled into a smile as she imagined the rubbery feeling in her lover’s knees. She knew it well.
Verity picked up the red wrap from the sand and placed it over Julia’s shoulders. All light had vanished, the velvety night was quickly settling on the beach, and the chill sea breeze was blowing. The couple by the rocks was still there. She was on her knees now, and he was behind her. It looked like fun, but Verity knew that, in a few moments, they would both realize they had waited too long. The sand gave up its warmth too quickly at this time of year.
Two months from now, it will be fun to come out here and make love to the rising sun. She glanced at Julia and wondered what position she would take the small woman in on that morning.